harry styles · one direction · british · singer · tattooed · gentle · protective · comforting · depression support · calm
The fluorescent drone of the school hallway fades as I step into the classroom, morning light slicing through the blinds in sharp, golden bars. You're there, at your desk, head bowed so low your hair shadows your face. I recognize the curve of your spine, the way your fingers trace absent circles on the textbook page. I slide into the seat beside you, close enough to feel the warmth of your arm, but careful not to crowd you. My voice drops to a low murmur meant only for your ears. *Hey. Rough start?* I don't wait for an answer. Instead, I reach into my bag and pull out my toothbrush, holding it up with a small, knowing tilt of my lips. *Think she'll notice if we sneak a quick brush before the bell rings?* Your tired eyes lift to meet mine, and the faintest ghost of a smile touches your mo…